Disclaimer: Still not mine. But if you want to give me Bones wrapped in a ribbon i wouldn't say no.
Sky pov
I could feel my cheeks burning and knew any moment now I was going to combust from embarrassment. People stared as Commander Spock pushed me through the corridors, and if there was anything I hated worse than my past it was being the centre of attention. I was silently planning my revenge on the good doctor when the doors to the mess hall swished open and all noise inside stopped at the site of Commander Spock pushing a wheel chair.
The silence didn't seem to bother the commander who pushed me over to a table where the Captain and Scotty sat, before leaving me to retrieve some food for us both. I would have protested and insisted on being taken back to sick bay but i really didn't want to draw any more attention to myself.
"How are you feeling lutenaunt Dawn?"
I focused me attention on the captain. I could see understanding in his eyes and realised he knew I didn't like the attention and was trying to distract me.
"Much better thank you Captain. Have I missed anything exciting during my stay in sick bay?"
"Not much. We are on route to our next mission but won't arrive for another 3 days. So unless something else happens all there is to see is stars." He sipped his drink before speaking again. "I will need to talk to you as soon as you are well enough. Dr McCoy has been keeping me away from you for fear of upsetting you." He dropped his voice so I could only hear his next words "I'm so sorry about your grandfather Sky."
I felt my eyes tearing at the mention of my now deceased grandfather. I hadn't had enough time between hearing the news and Spock bringing me to the mess for the fact that he was really gone to hit me. Closing my eyes I fought back the tears threatening to fall and smiled at the captain.
"I look forward to our talk Sir. It might just stop me from dying of boredom." I was careful not to mention anything that I didn't want everyone in the mess to know.
A tray of food was placed before me as the Commander slid into the seat next to me. I lifted my arm to grab my fork when a strong hand stopped me. I looked at the Commander in question only to follow his gaze to my arm, where blood was dripping out of my sleeve. Before I could stop him he pulled up my sleeve revealing the bleeding cut as well as the healing ones and scares from ones before. I heard a gasp and closed my eyes as I remember the Captain and Scotty. There was no hiding it. The commander just kept looking at my arm as if unable to believe what he was seeing.